Poetry: Buffalograss by Jake Skeets
Barely-morning pink curtains
drape an open window. Roaches scatter,
the letter t vibrating in cottonwoods.
Song In My Head: Sunshiny Rainbow by Bellsaint
Quote: “Before forty, you think that exhaustion is something like a long-lasting hangover. But at forty you learn all about it. Even your passions exhaust you.” – Kevin Barry
Recipe: Apple Upside-Down Cake
Anywhere But Here: Brookfield Floating Bridge, Brookfield, VT